Their journey out of the wilderness had ended, but for each a new life had begun.
The husband and father of the two ladies had reached the fort only an hour or so ahead of the mounted party and preparations were being made for an expedition to cut off the retreat of the Indians.

He was known to most of his friends in America only as Colonel Benjamin Hare--a royal commissioner who had come to the colonies to inspect and report upon the defenses of His Majesty.

He wore the uniform of a Colonel of the King's Guard.

There is an old letter of John Irons which says that he was a splendid figure of a man, tall and well proportioned and about forty, with dark eyes, his hair and mustache just beginning to show gray.
"I shall not try here to measure my gratitude," he said to Mr.Irons.
"I will see you to-morrow." "You owe me nothing," Irons answered.

"The rescue of your wife and daughter is due to the resourceful and famous scout--Solomon Binkus." "Dear old rough-barked hickory man!" the Colonel exclaimed.